August 1, 2014


Trapped behind the captive doors, a struggle not knowing how to escape.
Right then, I heard footsteps, the wrath in me hoped it was death.
Two hands progressed that said in a firm voice "Come with me".

I have never experienced a touch that sheltered me.

Contributing towards Five Sentence Fiction – Secure

Genre:                            Fiction
Word:                             Secure
Line Count:                  5 sentences
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